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Lao Guo: I've been traveling for five weeks, and I'm tired of everything. I can write small poems occasionally, and I dare not even think about it. I pray that the rhyme diary is correct! salute
Lao She
1May 4, 965
Seventeen attached poems
Nara Sanli Mountain
Abe (A Lang) thought of Nara,
So far, mulberry grass is light yellow.
Nostalgia, Mo Wen, the horizon and the moon,
Sakura itself is better than Luoyang.
Calligraphers visiting China in Imai Nara.
Cultural exchanges have a long history and friendship is like the sea.
Nara incense Tangnian Temple didn't let dark clouds cover the full moon.
Nara Dongda Temple
The shadow of the Buddha Tower is clean and dust-free. When will cherry blossoms usher in early spring?
Walking through the shade of pine and cypress, I can't bear to go. Yiyi Deer will see tourists off.
Look at the first month in Kyoto
Looking up at the green hills and overlooking the city, the lights are brilliant.
Dongfeng generously reported the spring news, and Xiaoyue peeped at the cherry blossoms outside the bridge.
Looking at Lake Biwa from a distance
Lake Biwa reflects Biliang Mountain and Silver Peak Jasper Bay.
Don't complain that cherry blossoms don't bloom, and the soft words of two pigeons break the cold of spring.
Kiyomizu Temple meets Master Daxi.
Shouyan cherry blossom Qiu Yan maple, bright green and crimson in early summer.
The monk's 90 tones are like running out. He drinks clear spring with Gu Song every day.
Saiheji Temple (First Thai Temple)
Lao He hasn't sowed moss yet, so he draws water and seeds.
The mountains add moss, and the secluded places in Yi Deng worship the Tathagata.
Land Rover
A mountain is raining lightly, and the lake is half full of smoke, just like a cruise ship in Land Rover Lake.
Fuji Silver Peak is cloudy and the wind is dark and sunny.
Kotokuin
Why do Citi businessmen come to the Jade Emperor in Spring City?
Whose advertisement is three feet high, the ancient Buddha opened cherry blossoms without saying a word.
The wind of drinking dew rice does not remember the year, and the bonfire in Vietnam is spring again.
There are many wrongs in the world, and demons are better than Zen.
Ten feet is solemn and free from vulgarity, and tears turn to dust several times.
Today, the east wind blows, but who knows that cherry blossoms are ownerless?
Flowers in Nie Er's Tomb
The tomb faces the vast sea. How can a hero survive?
Do you know that 700 million people sang the song of triumph when the Great Wall was newly built?
A bouquet of flowers brings new tears, and a sad song remembers the singer.
The immortal spirit is hard to grasp, and the trend of the times is on the east coast.
Keisuke Kimura
The height of wood is ten feet, but life lasts forever.
Chrysanthemum Ao Shuang Mei Aoxue, male proud princes with swords!
Go to Sawako Ariyoshi.
There are auspicious female writers, who are proud of themselves;
Shocking hard words, looking forward to the Ming Dynasty;
Zisai Bianbian Liquor (to be drunk in Mongolian yurts in Chengji Sizhuang), Orange Grove and Moon Flute (invited to watch the drama With Lany as the main background of growing oranges); Tragedy for thousands of generations (the heroine in the play is famous for thousands of generations), white-haired war frenzy (the typhoon came to the orange garden and fought indomitable after thousands of generations). Matsushima Bay (poet Bajiao dare not write poems here)
A bay with 300 islands locks up spring smoke.
Blue waves connect the sea, and horizontal clouds cover the far sails.
After the rain, the seagulls' shadows are in front of the wind.
If you dare not say a word, bananas respect nature.
Sendai Lu Xun stele presents flowers.
Lu Xun tablet in front of Ye Qing Mountain,
Yongming lowered his head and raised his eyebrows.
Put the weeds together into milk,
Dare to complain that spring flowers rain like silk (it is light rain).
Red and white flags are strict with us,
Xuanyuan blood recommends men and women.
The East China Sea tide near the forest is still urgent.
Endure to listen to Fei Du Late Cui Ci. In the park, there was a poet, the late Cui Ci, who carved stones in the deserted city.